17 December 1965 "Hello?" You said, answering the landline. The snow outside was thick, almost as the blood on it: Kit had a car accident. Your heart almost failed.

Two days of coma: for two days you didn't sleep, didn't eat, just the Christmas decorations haunted minute of your time.

"Come home with us." Your parents asked, somewhen in those days, knowing well that they didn't even know if he would even make it... After all, it was just 1965: medicine was what it was.

Until he opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times like he just woke up from a nap. "Hi!" He said: nice, probably even happy, but not a hint of knowing you in those eye pits.

"Would he even remember me someday? Would he even fall in love again? With him or without, I'm just gratefull he's... Fine? Mh, alive. Yes, that" You quickly thought, confused and overwhelmed, before even answering.